Love is

Love is that sleepless night
And the soundless conversations

Love are those useless fight
Tangling thoughtless connections

Love is when I close my eyes
And am forced to take a deep breath

Love is falling asleep
Sending goodnight texts

Love is talking too much
When you should be silent

Love is being quiet
When you should be quiet

Love is getting angry
And not expecting an apology

Love is the enemy
That conflicts your heart and your brain

Love is cheating yourself
So she can cheat on you

Love is always believing you can live without her
Only to be let down at every trial

Love is when you weep so hard
And remember not what you wept for

Love is claiming to have forgotten her
When truly your heart resides with her

Love is deleting her number from your phone memory
And still have it in your own memory

Love is smiling
When you should have been crying

Love is when you never get bored
Of getting hurt

Love is where everything is so important
And everything seems irrelevant


Love is when I thing of you
Love is all I think after you

Love is when I can’t tell
Why I picked up my pen to write

Love is when you write a poem
Just to say a word

Love is when a thousand words
Can’t express a thought

Love is why I’m writing a poem you’ll never read
With hopes it’ll make you understand how I feel

Love is when I feel like saying more
And at the same time feel I’ve said too much

Love is all I know about you
Love is all I wished I’d known about you

Love is that feeling
Which I’ve never known

Love is saying “I love you” a thousand times
Without getting a reply